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- praise me, not him (4.2k)

warnings: jealous sex - unprotected sex - lowkey switch reader - slight choking - confident goshiki - surprise surprise goshiki wants to praise YOU instead - you praise him anyway tho smh - MINORS DNI!!!!!

“tsutomu-kun, nice kill!”

goshiki’s chest puffed with pride at your words, eyes alight as his heart raced from the adrenaline of another well executed spike.

the first year on the receiving end of his spike continued wincing, shaking his bright red palm gingerly as you gently offered him an ice pack and suggested he sit down for a bit.

the dull stinging sensation in his palm brought him as much satisfaction as hugging you after a long day of practice, and he couldn’t stop his natural response of turning to you for your approval.

you couldn’t stifle your giggle as your boyfriend gazed longingly at you like a giant puppy, invisible tail wagging as he awaited your sweet praise.

“the spike was impressive as always, babe.” goshiki’s chest puffed out even further at your words as you continued.

“your form is getting cleaner every day, and the whip of your wrist is perfect, though i can’t imagine how much more you can perfect, perfect.” you mused more to yourself than anyone.

right as goshiki was about to respond in excitement, a deep voice interrupted him, familiar tone floating from the gym doors to your left.

“perfect is not the final finish line. it is just an encouragement to push even further.”

your eyes shined with glee as you simply hummed in acknowledgment, (e/c) eyes locking with olive green orbs as ushijima stepped into the gym.

an excited gasp left your boyfriend's lips as he bound over to his old captain, eyes still glowing with that same fire ushijima saw during his last year of high school.

“goshiki, (y/n).” ushijima greeted you both with a small bow and tiny smile at the excited third year before him. you returned his bow with a small smile of your own, eyes glowing with amusement at your boyfriend.

goshiki was staring up at his old captain with stars in his eyes as if he hasn’t seen him since he graduated, even though ushijima was literally there a couple of days ago to offer pointers to his old team’s newest recruits.

ever since goshiki had caught wind that his volleyball idol had gone pro after graduating from high school, it only caused his fire to burn brighter to try and reach that same height, just like when they went to school together.

in fact, the year that ushijima left, goshiki pushed himself to train harder and become worthy of taking ushijima’s spot as ace, striving to preserve his legacy and keep shiratorizawa at the top.

and you couldn’t really blame your boyfriend from idolizing the guy. hell, to be honest, ushijima is the sole reason why you play volleyball to begin with, along with managing the boy’s team.

he is your best friend, after all.

you and ushijima actually had a lot of history with one another, going all the way back to your first year of middle school, and his last.

you had just graduated from elementary school, and you can still recall the way your heart raced as you watched his games in awe, stars sparkling in your eyes.

right then and there, you decided you wanted to play volleyball, even though you knew absolutely nothing about the sport.

so what do you do when you know jack shit about the sport but still insist to play? you confront your school's ace and demand that he teach you to play, of course.

and to everyone’s surprise, ushijima actually agrees to teach you, amused by the fire behind your eyes. he tells you to join him after his practice with the team, and the rest is history.

in the end, whether it was from ushijima’s guidance or just a random stroke of luck, you turned out to be a prodigy at the sport, which only strengthened your odd friendship with the star athlete .

even after ushijima left to attend high school, you two still met up after your own individual team practices and honed your skills together at the park near your houses, no matter how tired or busy the other person was.

you both were prodigal volleyball idiots, but you’d have to be blind and stupid to not see how you two were basically best friends. he was the ice to your fire.

it shocked absolutely no one when you were eventually accepted to shiratorizawa academy with an impressive sports scholarship, making it onto the girl’s team as their only first year starter.

unbeknownst to you, at the exact same time, a certain bowl cut spiker was in the same position as you, and it didn’t take ushijima long to find the parallels between the two of you.

the two of you have never met, yet you both already shared two common interests with one another - volleyball, and ushijima wakatoshi.

and to ushijima’s amusement, he’s surprised it took the two of you until after shiratorizawa’s loss to karasuno to finally meet.

all of the boy’s heads were hung in shame and sadness after the loss, constantly replaying the last rally in their heads, trying to see where they could’ve done better.

suddenly, the doors leading from the gym exploded open, startling all of them.

“waka-kun!”

the team nearly broke their necks as they whipped their heads in the direction of the cry. nobody knew who this girl was, but she looked familiar.

‘she’s pretty cute, too.’ goshiki innocently mused.

wearing the familiar magenta and white volleyball club jacket, the young (h/c) haired girl held her arms out to the ace. there were tears gleaming in her (e/c) eyes, lips slightly quivering.

to their shock, goshiki, along with the rest of the team, nearly fainted as they could only watch in disbelief as ushijima silently walked over to the unknown girl without a single word.

without stopping his stride, he crouched slightly and immediately engulfed her in a hug as he stood back up, massive frame nearly swallowing her as her feet left the ground.

for a moment, everyone was stunned silent. they were desperately trying to process what was happening as the two hugged.

the girl whispered praises to their captain gently while crying, murmuring how well he played and how this game meant nothing in the long run.

ushijima just silently nodded his head, burying his face in her neck as he tightened his grip around her.

the first person to recover from the shock was unsurprisingly tendou and when the two kept hugging, he decided to speak up, crimson eyes gleaming in curiosity.

“oh-ho? and who’s this cutie, wakatoshi-kun?”

this time goshiki really did faint when ushijima, still holding on to your dangling frame, turned you around so your back was to his chest as he faced you to the team.

your eyes were still teary and your nose slightly red from crying, and the team thought it was adorable as you smiled sweetly at them. “this is (y/n), my best friend.” came ushijima’s deadpan response.

you chirped out a small “hello!” and gave a small wave as you watched with wide eyes as goshiki hit the floor, eyes rolled into the back of his head.

from that day forward, goshiki and the rest of the team began to see a lot more of you, especially during practice.

(you had rushed into practice the day after their loss to make sure goshiki hadn’t gotten a concussion after fainting. the team wouldn’t let him live down the way he nearly fainted again when you grabbed his face to check his head for injuries.)

you always came around after your own practice had ended, the girls being let out earlier than the boys and goofed around while you waited for ushijima to walk home together.

goshiki always thought you were absolutely gorgeous, but he will never forget the way his heart raced the first time he ever saw you play, however.

your cute and bubbly demeanor disappeared the moment you stepped onto the court.

you had this nearly overwhelming aura of confidence and raw power surrounding you, and he couldn’t quite place why it felt so foreign yet familiar coming from you.

it was only when he learned that ushijima had essentially taught you everything you knew about volleyball and practiced with him daily for years that it finally clicked;

ushijima had that exact same raw energy.

the first time he saw you play was when you had joined the boy’s practice early one day, your own practice having been cancelled due to your coach going into labor in the middle of drills.

(‘this woman is a monster.’ the team shivered as you all watched her continue shouting out directions as your assistant coach forcibly dragged her to the hospital.)

coach washijo had grown a soft spot for you and your cute antics, often smiling to himself as he watched you fawn and help out the team like the manager they never had.

so it wasn’t all that surprising when he allowed you to join in on the boys 3v3. after finding out that you were a wing spiked, reon volunteered to sit this round out so you could play.

so the teams were you, ushijima, and shirabu versus goshiki, semi, and tendou. the moment the game began and the ball headed in shirabu’s direction, you had already fallen into your rhythm.

you called for the ball with a commanding voice, that same confident and powerful aura oozing from your direction, body already in motion.

nobody, not even coach, could’ve been prepared for the graceful way you practically flew through the air, body arched in perfect form.

your palm came in perfect contact with the ball at its highest point, swinging down with resounding power, spiking it clean past tendou’s outstretched fingers.

the resounding clap of your flesh against the leather rang through the air as the ball smashed to the ground, flattening slightly due to the force as it slammed up again, bouncing away behind them.

they stared at you speechless as you floated down to the ground, landing gracefully on your feet with a determined expression on your normally smiling face.

it was only when you gazed at your stinging palm that a smile erupted onto your face, and you turned to grin at ushijima, excitement in your eyes.

ushijima returned your grin with a small smile, pride evident in his eyes. “nice kill, (y/n).”

that’s when goshiki realized he was in love.

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a year later on the exact date of the first time goshiki had met you after their loss to karasuno, he asked you to be his girlfriend after they won at spring nationals.

ushijima wasn’t surprised when you had said yes, and gave the two of you the biggest genuine smile he could muster, honestly happy that you two made each other happy.

(goshiki nearly cried when the old ace gave his approval of you two dating, and ushijima wasn’t about to tell him that he had been secretly rooting for you two this entire time.)

now as third years, you both were still together and in love with each other as much as you were with volleyball.

though you had decided to leave the club after your team's surprising loss at the inter-high qualifiers, you didn’t want to fully abandon your dream sport, so you decided to manage the boys instead.

being the female equivalent of ushijima skill wise paired with ushijima physically coming to practice to help coach the team sometimes, you two kept the team as imposing as ever.

you and your boyfriend always adored when your best friend came around every now and then despite being a professional player.

goshiki had looked up to him for so long, he couldn’t imagine what he’d be doing right now if it weren’t for ushijima and you keeping his love for volleyball as bright as ever.

so why did he get this weird pang in his chest whenever you praised ushijima after an impressive play or whenever ushijima gave you small words of praise after you served the ball flawlessly?

the two of you were best friends, having known each other longer than goshiki with either of you.

he shouldn’t be jealous that his girlfriend is giving praise to someone other than him, right?

he shouldn’t be jealous that somebody other than him made her smile with their words of approval.

right?

neither of the best friends noticed the fire in the ace’s eyes grow darker the longer he watched the two of you talk, the green beast in his chest rearing its ugly head.

you had quite the surprise waiting for you back at the dorms.

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the moment you stepped into your boyfriend’s dorm, you knew something was up with him.

usually after a practice with ushijima, he would never shut up about a new move that ushijima had shown him or a play he wanted to try out.

instead, he was uncharacteristically quiet, slowly shuffling out of his shoes and hanging up his sports bag before flopping face first onto his bed.

goshiki got lucky in his third year, somehow scoring a room meant for two all for himself. ‘just dumb luck i guess.’ he shrugged when you had questioned him with obvious jealousy.

you sat on the corner of his bed and stared at his face shoved into his pillows with a frown. what had gotten into him today? you thought practice had gone awfully well.

maybe one of the underclassmen had said something about his old hair style? you had to admit, goshiki did look kinda goofy with his bowl cut, but it had fit him perfectly.

his new undercut however, was awfully tasty to look at-

“do you like ushijima-senpai better than me?”

you’re immediately ripped out of your less than savory daydreams about your boyfriend, wide eyes staring at him in shock and concern.

you’re left speechless for a second but goshiki doesn’t continue, keeping his head buried in his pillows.

finally remembering how your vocal cords worked, you could only stare at him with worry evident in your eyes, not that he could see it.

“of course not, tomu. waka-kun may be my best friend, but you’re my boyfriend. i love you.”

you saw goshiki’s body slightly shake as he huffed into his pillowcase. “you said you love senpai, too, though…”

you groaned tiredly as you flopped onto your back beside him, bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes in frustration.

“tomu, baby, where is this coming from? of course i love toshi, but the love i feel for him is different compared to what i feel for you.”

goshiki stayed silent and you let him mull over his thoughts as you stared at the ceiling, watching the way the shadows from the tree branches rippled in the moonlight.

you could faintly hear the sound of wind howling from outside the window as you waited for goshiki to answer you, and you absentmindedly wondered if it was going to rain.

“do you like his praises better than mine?” goshiki’s voice has never sounded so small, usually filled with fire and enthusiasm.

you could hear the faintest hints of insecurity in his quiet tone, and your heart broke as you realized what was going on.

turning on your side, you faced goshiki who still

had yet to remove his head from his pillows. with a firm grip on his muscular bicep, you push the ace until he’s on his side like you.

he avoids eye contact with you as he lips are pulled into a pout, cheeks slightly red with embarrassment. you smiled softly at how cute he looked, and grabbed his cheeks with both hands.

there was definitely a heavy cloud threatening to downpour over your boyfriend.

but when his eyes flickered to yours, goshiki felt the insecurities about his place in your heart melt away when he saw the pure look of love and adoration shining brightly at him.

“goshiki tsutomu, there is no one on this earth that i would like most to give me praises other than you.” you declared loudly, startling him. “so stop acting insecure you big baby.”

goshiki scoffed gently as you lightly chided him, turning his head to give your warm and calloused palm a soft kiss in appreciation.

the feeling of his plush and slightly chapped lips against your flesh sent tingles down your back, and you decided to play your favorite game in the whole world (besides volleyball);

tease goshiki till he combusts.

continuing on with your previous thought, your eyes never leave the way your boyfriend kept his lips to your palm, content with staying there.

“besides, i wouldn't want anyone else telling me how i’m their good girl and how pretty i sound whenever we turn off the lights at night~” you purr sensually without warning.

you watch in slow motion as the bright scarlet you’ve come to adore spreads across his cheeks and up to his ears like wildfire as he snaps his eyes to yours, flustered.

“w-well i would h-hope not!” he declared with a forced laugh, trying to not let you see you easily your words affected him.

plot twist, you could see how easily he was affected.

with a sly grin, you moved your palm away from your boyfriends lips and smiled innocently at him as he watched you adjust yourself wearily.

you snaked your legs in between his and before goshiki could question you, you hooked your leg around his knee and gripped his arm, heaving him to rest above you.

with a startled yelp, your boyfriend brought his hand up to steady himself and not crush you under his weight.

his large palm came to rest beside your head and he quickly brought his other hand up to match it, stabilizing himself as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

his face felt like it was on fire as you stared up at him smugly, enjoying the way his lips parted in a soft moan as you rolled your hips up into his, grinding your core against his rapidly growing erection.

“i love you more than anything in this world, tsutomu.” you whispered sweetly and goshiki softened at the raw vulnerability you were showing him.

but that softness disappeared when you wound your fingers into his silky black hair and tugged, a cheeky smile on your pink lips.

“why don’t you prove to me how your praises are better than toshi’s, and i’ll be the final judge, hm?”

that ugly green monster in his chest licked its lips at the bait, and goshiki grasped it and tugged.

———————

goshiki groaned into your breasts as he tightened his grip on your ass, mind going hazy at the way you clenched around his cock as you rode him.

he sunk his teeth into your flesh, sucking harshly to leave a reminder in the morning and you keener at the sensation, hips bucking slightly as you tossed your head back in pleasure.

goshiki filled you perfectly, as if you were made to take his cock. it stretched you to the point of tears in your eyes and with every drop of your hips, his spongey tip smashed right into your poor cervix.

goshiki pulled away from your chest and smirked smugly at the dark bruise already forming, that jealous monster in his chest bristling with satisfaction.

he lifted his gaze to your face and groaned at the sight of you impaling yourself on his cock, looking so beautiful as the moonlight glistened on your dewy skin.

your eyes were closed as you focused on the intense feeling of his cock stretching you, whimpering every time you rose and felt the emptiness he left behind before crying out as you dropped back down.

you looked absolutely gorgeous fucking yourself on his cock, so of course he had to let you know.

“you look so pretty riding my cock like this, baby.” goshiki cooed to you, eating up the way your expression turned desperate as you bounced on his cock slightly faster than before.

his grip on your ass tightened as he lightly met your thrusts, pushing his hips up at the same time you came down, knocking the breath from you.

“you feel so tight and warm wrapped around me, like you were made for my cock. don’t you agree, sweetheart?”

all you could do was nod dumbly as goshiki suddenly locked your hips in place, planting his feet on the bed as he began pounding into your core.

a small scream left your lips as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, gripping onto goshiki’s shoulders tightly as he slammed into you with a dizzying amount of force.

his dirty praise never stopped as he pummeled your insides.

“you take my cock so - fuck! - well, baby.” he groaned into your neck, biting his lip at the way your cunt fluttered around him at the praise.

“my pretty girl, letting me rearrange her insides like this. only i get to fuck you like this.” goshiki growled out before suddenly slipping out of you and pushing you off his lap.

you whined at the loss of him pounding into you, but you yelped instead as he manhandled you onto your stomach, thick thighs coming on either side of your hips as he leaned over your body and slipped back into your tight cunt.

you squealed as he stretched you back open and began pounding into you, large palms gripping the sheets on either side of your shoulders.

he felt so much bigger like this and you dropped into the mattress, drunk on the way he was fucking you stupid.

goshiki let out a snarl as he latched his teeth onto the back of your neck, relishing in the way you cried out and clenched around his cock.

his hips slammed into yours hard enough that the bed was squeaking loudly, and if anyone passing by stopped and listened hard enough they’d be able to tell what was going on in a heartbeat.

but right now goshiki couldn’t bring himself to care, eyes glowing green as he fucked his jealousy out of him system.

“no one can make you feel like this but me.” he ground out, sneaking on of his hands around your throat and squeezing.

he pushed your head back towards him as he switched from fast, shallow thrusts to slow and deep, grinding his hips into your ass after every slam.

you mewled weakly from around his fingers, vision going hazy from the slight lack of oxygen.

“c’mon pretty girl, tell me.” he panted into your ear, teeth closing in and nipping the flesh. though his words were confident, you could hear the slight desperation underneath it.

“tell me who’s fucking your pretty and sloppy cunt?”

“y-you, tsut-tomu!” you stuttered out, tears in your eyes as he stirred your insides.

your clit was rubbing against the sheets and the friction was delicious, aiding in speeding up your orgasm.

goshiki groaned in approval, and his hips began to pick up speed again. “can ushijima fuck you like this?” your heart clenched at his words, and you felt a frenzy come over you to soothe his worries.

so you turned your head as best you could in this position, shooting him a desperate look in your teary eyes as you cried for him.

“n-no one can fuck or p-praise me as well as you, tsutomu!” goshiki’s hips stuttered at the rawness of your fucked out voice.

“not t-toshi, or anyone! only you!” you cried out even louder as goshiki let himself go, slamming into you with everything he’s got.

his hands gripped your waist with bruising strength as he moaned and whined desperately into your spine, desperate to let you know how much he loved you.

your body bounced on the creaking bed from the force of his thrusts, and with a final harsh pump, he dragged your clit against the sheets perfectly and you fell apart with a scream.

goshiki choked on a moan as you tightened around him like a vice, his hips stilling as he shot his load directly into your womb, fat tip pressed as deep into you as your body would allow it.

your eyes fluttered shut as your body was zapped of all energy, goshiki having fucked it out of you.

you moaned softly as he pulled out, warm hands lifting your hips slightly and spreading your thighs to watch his cum ooze out of your twitching hole with a sharp gleam in his eye.

the ugly green beast in his chest was satisfied.

legs rendered useless, you collapsed back onto the bed and panted lightly against the sheets. the room was silent now except for your combined panting and the sound of the wind whipping rain against the glass.

you figured it was gonna rain at some point.

your eyes widened as you felt goshiki mount you again, rubbing his already hard cock slowly against the crease of your ass.

you turned around to look at him in alarm because surely there was no way for him to be able to go at it again-

you mentally began crying at the sight of his brown eyes gleaming down at you excitedly, the green monster of jealousy in him ready to go again.

“c’mon baby, don’t tell me you’re already tired? i still have to prove my praises are the best~”

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-goshiki + overexcited (414)

soft eyes trailed him too and fro as he dashed across the court, strong legs tensed as he prepared himself for flight. the hairs on your arms stood on end as you could practically feel the air vibrating from the intense energy he exuded.

pink lips pulled into an excited grin as he launched from the ground, hand throbbing as he slammed the ball down onto the opposite side of the court, you couldn’t help but match his giddy smile when he turned to look at you, lips never moving but his eyes screaming “i just did that, are you proud of me?!”

it wasn’t hard for you to match goshiki’s energy; the fire and excitement that blazed in his eyes seemed to always be alight, burning like a never ending flame. his child-like exuberance made you feel airy and free whenever you were around him. his smile felt like sitting by the fireplace on a frigid winter’s night.

but his strength was also his downfall - much like a roaring fire, drawing too close to indulge in it will cause you to burn. his excitement was endearing, a welcome change of pace from his elder’s serious faces and attitudes, but not everyone can withstand the heat from the sun all the time.

when he’s at his highest peak, heart pounding in his chest and his words flying past at a million miles an hour, even he can get swept away in this adrenaline induced high. it feels like he’s soaring through the skies; everything is bright and wonderful and exciting-

then suddenly, the clouds roll in.

someone snaps at him, telling him to relax. a firm hand is placed on his shoulder and squeezes just a bit too tightly, and all of a sudden it’s like someone doused his fire in ice water.

there’s nothing wrong being excited. there’s nothing wrong in finding a giddy joyfulness in indulging in what you love. but there are lines to be made; there are limits you must yield to.

and while he may not understand it, that’s why he has you. whenever his sunlight is dimmed by the clouds, whenever his fire is threatened to be extinguished, you pick him back up on his feet, dusting off his dirtied knees with a subtle smile on your face.

you are the wind that blows away his clouds, a gentle breeze that sparks life into his flames. his excitement brings you excitement. without that, life wouldn’t be the same.

☾ writing belongs to edens-melodies please do not repost without permission ☾

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just a real quick psa:

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thank you and have a lovely day babes ☺️

#moving blogs #love yall

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- by design (2.4k)

warnings: cursing - dry humping - exactly one (1) spank - cumming in underwear - asahi being a whiny dom - MINORS DNI!!!!!

azumane asahi does not consider himself a vain or arrogant man, especially in his line of work. if anything, he’s too humble, often selling himself short of his accomplishments and shyly accepting praise.

gentle, understanding, sweet. it’s just in his nature and he’s always been like this for as long as he can remember.

despite his large stature and somewhat intimidating face, the truth of the matter is that azumane asahi is a massive teddy bear, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

especially when that big teddy bear currently had you pressed up firmly against his desk in your home office, large hands gripping your clothed hips as he ground his aching cock against your ass desperately through his underwear.

a deep whine crawled from his throat as his grip tightened and he pulled you closer, panting in your ear before nipping it lightly.

you couldn’t help but follow his slow grind, head spinning in lust as you struggled to remember how you ended up in this situation.

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(e/c) eyes narrowed in concentration as you tried your hardest to not alert the large man in front of you of your presence. he continued to hum a light tune as he carried on measuring the piece of fabric for his newest design.

an evil smile curled your lips as you continued to creep behind him, stopping when you were just a couple of inches away from him.

this is gonna be good.

“boo!”

everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as you watched your husband seize up and throw his hands into the air in shock, the piece of fabric he had been measuring launching above your head as he let out a blood curdling scream.

you had to admit, the pitch of it was impressive, especially for a man his age and size. you watched as he whipped around in fear and the sheer look of shock and minute terror almost made you feel bad for scaring him so bad.

almost.

asahi shot you a weak glare as he clutched his chest, ignoring the loud cackling as he fought to calm his heart down before it beat straight out of his chest. he was way too young to have a heart attack.

you continued to cackle while pointedly ignoring the unamused look your husband was giving you. bending over swiftly you picked up the silky piece of fabric that flew from his hands and placed it back on the desk.

sighing dramatically, you plopped your body onto his lap, lightly clasping your hands around his neck as you smiled cheekily up at him.

asahi rolled his eyes but smiled softly anyways, bringing his arms around your waist to tug you further into his chest. he buried his nose in your hair and sighed in content. maybe he did need a break.

“y’know,” he muttered, gently rocking you in his arms as you closed your eyes in content. “there are better ways to tell me that you want attention without trying to give me a stroke, love.”

you snickered again before leaning forward and off his chest, twisting your abdomen so (e/c) eyes could lock with warm brown, and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him and roll your eyes as your brought your hand to his cheek.

he quirked an eyebrow questioningly as you began to softly stroke his cheek. “you’re right,” you muse, smiling warmly at him. asahi widened his eyes slightly in shock. you never agree with him so easily-

“but then who’s supposed to keep you on your toes and try to make you shit yourself at least twice a day?”

you finished nonchalantly and asahi groaned as he tossed his head back in defeat. there was definitely no winning with you.

you hummed softly to yourself as asahi completely slumped in his chair, defeated. curious eyes scan over the messy desk, old sketches and notes strewn over the surface.

you quietly appreciated his art and designs, admiring them all until a certain paper caught your eye.

brown eyes cracked open when he heard you let out a soft but excited squeal, wiggling in his lap to get a better look at the paper.

he saw your eyes glued to one of his newest designs and he could help but chuckle at the look of pure awe and amazement in your gaze. you always had a knack for attaching yourself to his favorites.

the design was for a great gatsby themed cocktail dress, the notes indicating that the material was made of velvet and you practically could feel how soft the fabric would be. the colors were mainly gold and black, accents of silver trailing up to the thin spaghetti straps that crossed into an “x” on otherwise bare back,

it ended just at the top of the figures thighs, the front of the dress having an elegant twist just below the bust and spreading into the ruched detailing on the sides. it looked absolutely stunning.

you let out a low whistle, quirking an eyebrow as your gaze never left the finished sketch.

“babe, i know i say this a lot, but you’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

your husband gives a sheepish smile before hiding his blushing face in your neck as you continue to stare at the sheet.

“it’s not that impressive, really...” he trails off, but before he could continue to self deprecate, you delivered a swift but firm chop to his head, causing him to splutter. (suga would be proud)

“what did i say about taking compliments?” you challenge him with a firm voice, and he sighs. “fine!” he exclaims before huffing childishly. “...i guess i did okay.” he murmurs as he rests his chin on your shoulder and you smile, having won.

bringing a hand up to gently stroke his hair, your voice audibly softens when you whisper your praise to him again. “it really is gorgeous, asa.” asahi’s heart melted at how soft you sounded, at how much love was in your words.

asahi constantly tells himself everyday how lucky he is to have you in his life, especially as his wife. he loves you so much it hurts his chest sometimes, and it warms him like nothing else when he knows you love him just as much.

you’re his biggest fan, always supporting him through all his trials and tribulations, no matter what. you like to call yourself his personal cheerleader and even joke around saying “you should design me an cheer uniform, that way my role will be taken official.”

speaking of wearing what he designs, asahi wraps his arms around your waist again, pulling you in close to bring his lips to your ear. “if you like it so much, could you do me a favor?”

you raise an eyebrow at him, staring down his blushing but determined face from the corner of your eye.

“hmm? and just what do you have in mind, love?”

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your eyes seemed to be glued to the mirror, lips permanently dropped open as you took in the sight of your body in the exact same dress from your husband’s sketch.

fuck you looked hot.

asahi stood behind you, his tall frame towering over you as he smiled bashfully at your reflection, hand scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“i had already had the mind for you to model it for me to see how well it would look in person instead of just on paper.” his eyes trailed down your body as the dress hugged every one of your curves deliciously, and he couldn’t help but take a nervous gulp.

“but you always seem to exceed my expectations.” now it was your turn to blush as you turned away from the mirror, not missing the way his lips turned up in a light smirk at your pink cheeks.

you turn around to gaze up at him, admiring the way his eyes seem to twinkle behind his glasses as he smiled at you with love and pride. he looked so cute, being confident and all. you wanted to just eat him up.

asahi didn’t back away from you as you approached him slowly like a creeping lioness. he also didn’t back down from your heated gaze as you locked eyes with him, and a smile appeared on his lips when he saw you shiver at the same fire that was dancing behind his eyes, too.

you rested your chin on his chest as you stared up at him, big doe eyes gleaming up at him in innocence when you were anything but.

his arms wrapped around your frame and squeezed before one large hand trailed down the softness of your dress to settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and delighting in the small moan you let out.

“you know,” your drawl, hands coming up to trail your nails down the expanse of his back lightly, enjoying the way he shivered as he stared back at you.

“i really like how this dress looks on me, but maybe i would look better if we took it off?”

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you moaned as your husband continued to grind his clothed cock into your ass, voice catching when he angled just right to slip between your thighs and nudge against your clit.

you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, desperate to finally shed the dress that now felt too hot against your flushed skin and let him have his way with you, but it seemed like he had other plans for you.

his grip was vice like on your hips and you wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises tomorrow. if anything, it only fueled the fire that was coiling in your belly like a spring. soft asahi was hot, but a needy, dominant asahi was downright sinful.

asahi nipped your ear even harsher this time, a warning to keep still and behave. he continued to rut against your ass, biting back another whine at the delicious friction the soaked fabric felt against his weeping cockhead.

“asahi! please!” you whined, grinding your ass against him as your fingers gripped the edge of the desk harshly, hoping to convince him to let you go. “i wanna feel your cock inside me already! just take my dress off!” he chuckled at the whininess of your voice, but ignored your pleas.

he growled lightly when he felt you soaking through the cloth of his pants, your slick already having destroyed your cute little thong you teased him with earlier when you stripped to put the dress on.

“why should i listen to you when all you do is bully and tease me, hm?” he muttered darkly into your ear, purposefully angling his bulge to jam right against your clit and groaning when you let out a high pitched moan. you knew he wasn’t gonna let go of you scaring him so easily.

“ i-i said i was s-sorry!” you wail as his hips stop grinding against you and instead begin to thrust at an even pace, his cock dragging along your clit with each pass.

the coil in your stomach was growing slowly, the pleasure you were receiving was enough to make you throb and keen, but not enough to push you over. you needed more.

asahi panted as he slightly sped up, some of his hair sticking to his forehead as he broke out into a sweat, the friction pushing him slowly to the peak, and though all he wanted was to just rip your underwear off and split you in two, he was gonna teach you a lesson.

“you say that everytime, darling,” he growled the last word into your ear, making you whine and soak through your destroyed panties even more. “but we both know you’re just gonna do it again.”

his hips picked up the pace until he was practically fucking you through your clothes, the slickness from your cunt and his precum allowing him to glide across your slit with ease as he pushed you both closer to the edge.

“a-as-a-hi!!” you squealed as he slapped his hips against your ass, eyes screwing shut as the friction sparked your clit deliciously, panting against the cool surface of the desk as all you could do was let him make you about to cum in your panties.

asahi was no better, choked whines and moans leaving his pink lips as he grit his teeth together in concentration, chocolate eyes drinking in the way you looked bent over his desk as his cock dragged against your clit, (s/c) skin glowing and complimenting the dress you were in, the one he designed.

he curled his body over yours, hips never stopping their pace as he placed kiss after kiss on your exposed back before sinking his teeth into your flesh, a loud whine ripping through him as he feels himself near his peak.

with one particularly hard thrust against your clit and one of his hands coming down to slam against your ass harshly, you came with a cry, nails digging into the wood of the desk as your legs trembled.

asahi choked as he came as well, shooting his hot cum into his already ruined boxers as he rested his sweaty forehead against your back, gasping for air as you both rode out the aftershocks.

you don’t know how long you both laid there catching your breath from such a surprisingly strong orgasm, but asahi was the first to move.

you whined at the loss of heat when you felt him pull away, but you all you got was a chuckle as he walked towards the bathroom connected to the office. you stayed in your slumped over position on the desk until you felt warm hands nudge your legs apart and slide your soaked panties down your legs.

you shuddered as asahi cleaned you gently with a wet wash cloth, wiping away the evidence of your little romp before tossing it in the direction of the bathroom and scooping you into his arms, making his way to the bedroom.

you nuzzle your face into his chest, and he can’t help but laugh as his cheeks tinge pink again at your words.

“you’re lucky i love you, otherwise i’d kill you for making me cum in my panties.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before settling you down onto the cool sheets. he had a mischievous but warm glimmer in his eyes.

“it’s alright love, you made me cum in mine, too.”

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- pretty little boy

ochre eyes widen in a heady mixture of disbelief, awe, and lust at the site before them- drinking in the exquisite view of your panting form. his heart thudded dangerously in his ears as his face grew ablaze at your unrestrained moans and squeals as he continued to split your poor walls apart, tears heavy on your waterline.

tsukishima has never truly experienced real pleasure until he felt the sharp sting of your nails clawing into his shoulder blades as your cunt clenched around his length like a vice; he fears he's gone to heaven and died already and the night has just begun.

all throughout his life he's always heard the same thing from familiar voices and unknown ones as well, commenting not only on his impressive height, but the lack of muscle on his seemingly thin limbs.

the words never really bothered him, at least not at first. he was always quick to roll his eyes or shoot back a comeback with his quick tongue and icy words. but it wasn't until high school volleyball that the words of his peers began to stick to his psyche like a seed planted- weaving it’s thorns through his thoughts until he couldn't remember where it started and ended.

it would be the little offhand comments they would shoot him during practices or games, always the same little tidbits he's heard and passing all his life.

“watch out stretch armstrong, you might take someone out with those tree branches of yours.” or “keep your comments to yourself, you overgrown beanpole.”

the one that stuck out to him the most was when he first practiced with bokuto and kuroo that fateful night at the training camp that really made him begin to grow weary of his own body.

“you're a wuss when it comes to blocking! i’m scared i’ll snap your twiggy little arms clean off!”

in the back of his head he knows bokuto didn't mean any true harm from it. in the back of his head, he knows it was just the same stupid little comments he's heard a million times before. so why did this one stick out just a little bit more?

from that day tsukishima has taken his physical appearance into a little more consideration. Not to try and prove himself to them that he's not some noodle armed twig (okay maybe that someone a lie) but more to himself.

that's when the extra weight training began, changing his meal plans and eating habits without alerting his teammates to his uncharacteristic attention he's given to their words.

by his third year he was a lot more filled out and defined from his first high school volleyball game, and by the time he made it to college, his old friends would have hardly been able to recognize that this used to be the crude bean pole they knew back then.

imagine if they saw him now, balls deep in your spasming cunt as you cling and claw at him like he’s your lifeline, like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to earth as he splits you open. never in your life have you ever felt so full, carving into you and shaping you to only ever fit him as you drip down his length, a ring of your arousal at the base of his cock.

then they would realise that tsukishima has finally ascended to a higher ground, with you as his all too eager passenger.

“k-kei!” tsukishima’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at your breathy moan, drool running down your chin unabashedly as he begins to slowly pump into you, mouth hanging open as he panted heavily into the warm air.

why were you so sensitive? was his cock truly making you make those lewd faces he’s only seen in the couple of hentais he watched back in high school?

an unknown feeling began to take root at the base of his spine as he watched all rational thought leave your pretty head as his thrusts began to speed up, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the motion of his hips rocking into yours grew more steady in his burgeoning confidence.

all his life tsukishima thought that if he was skinny, then everything must be proportionate, even down there. how could he possibly compete with meatheads like ushijima and bokuto? in his mind, with seemingly unwavering facts like that, he grew to be insecure of his size. it wasn’t that big of a deal.

but now? watching the way tears stream down your flaming face as you struggle to speak coherently, cock drunk as you can only watch helplessly while long and strong fingers dig into the pit of your knees to push them to your chest, plush cock head repeatedly slamming into your cervix as he pushes and pulls past your g-spot with each thrust,

tsukishima realises that he has nothing to be insecure about anymore.

not when he watches in sheer awe as you gush around his fat cock in your sudden orgasm, only to slam into you harder at the sound of your overstimulated wails ringing in his ears.

it’s as if he turned into a completely different man the moment he popped the fat head into your warmth, a switch flipped deep in his brain.

with a head full of static and cotton in your ears, you can only watch and take what he gives. how his hazel eyes gleam in the dim light coming from the setting sun, casting a warm glow over his broad and toned chest, highlighting the pink hue high on his cheekbones as he pants above you, eyes unseeing in his lust.

you’ve unlocked something in him, and now it's your duty to see the end of it.

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